#but I just feel too off right now to enjoy fanfic like usual 🥺

[herefortarlos]

Mother's Day always makes me feel off, and I never realize it until later in the day when I'm like, "why do I feel weird and not get as much joy from things I normally do?" I have a better relationship with my mother in law than my own mother, and I also see her close to 10 times a year to my mom's 1-2. Blah, I'll feel better tomorrow, it's just annoying now that I still feel this way about our relationship after all these years

[the-sisters-madrigal]

Conexión Con el Arco Iris

Summary: When Mirabel doesn't come to breakfast and the rest of the family is busy in town, Isabela stays behind to check on her. To her surprise, she finds her baby sister sick, and since Mirabel does not want her to leave her to go get some of their mother's healing food, Isabela takes it upon herself to stay there with her, using the opportunity as an excuse to cuddle her sister back to health.

Word Count: 3310

A/N: In case y’all didn’t know about it or already listened to it, you seriously have to check out Diane Guerrero’s cover of “Rainbow Connection.” It’s utter perfection 🥺💕 

Also, a side note, if y’all have heard her sing anything besides “Rainbow Connection” and the songs from Encanto, please do send me the link to it 😅 Listening to her sing and envisioning it as Isabela keeps me going when it comes to fanfics 😂

I hope y’all enjoy! 😊💕

  “Mirabel? Are you awake? You didn’t come to breakfast, and we were all worried,” Isabela called, knocking on the nursery door. There was dead silence on the other side, and Isabela furrowed her brow, feeling an even deeper worry setting in her chest.

  Mirabel had not shown up for breakfast, and since it had been such a busy week, everyone had just assumed that she was likely tired or something and resolved to let her sleep in. However, Isabela and Julieta had been worried about Mirabel immediately, and since Julieta could not stay for long after breakfast, Isabela had decided to go and check on Mirabel to see if she was alright.

  “Mirabel? I’m coming in,” Isabela spoke up, heading inside the room almost immediately. While most people would have waited a short moment, Isabela was not one to dawdle and she preferred to just rip the bandage off fast when it came to Mirabel. It was the way that she had always been with her.

  Despite this, she ensured she was quiet as she came in, shutting the door behind her carefully.

  To her surprise, Mirabel was still lying in bed, cuddled underneath way too many blankets. Isabela furrowed her brow, tilting her head a little. She had never really witnessed her little sister sleeping in so late, and she had never really seen anyone cuddled under that many blankets. Their nights were always so warm and there was no need for more than just one or two blankets.

  Unless, of course, Mirabel happened to be sick.

  With that thought in mind, Isabela came closer, grasping the top of the blankets and pulling back on them some, trying to get a better view of her baby sister underneath them. Immediately, Mirabel took in a sharp breath, drawing in on herself. Isabela furrowed her brow, leaning nearer as she softly touched Mirabel’s head with the back of her hand.

  Mirabel’s head felt hot, but she was not sure if that was because Isabela’s hands generally ran on the side of being somewhat cool.

  Isabela took in a small breath, leaning forward as she delivered a soft kiss to Mirabel’s temple, feeling her temperature.

  “Gosh, I’m kinda feeling like Sleeping Beauty or something now, Isa,” Mirabel joked, and her voice was very concerningly groggy. Immediately, Isabela pulled back a little, groaning as she looked down at her baby sister. Mirabel had a slight smile on her face, but other than that, she did not seem quite like her usual self.

  Overall, Mirabel’s voice concerned her and the sheer heat rolling off of her was also a telltale sign that something was not perfectly right with her. Despite her attempts at jokes, she

  “Are you okay?” Isabela asked, looking at her patiently, and Mirabel furrowed her brow in confusion, trying to draw back underneath her blankets just a little. Isabela instantly noticed and she resisted her immediate urge to pull the covers back further and expose her currently overheating baby sister to cooler air.

  “Relatively speaking… Why?” Mirabel finally questioned as she slowly and blindly reached out for her glasses, and Isabela raised an eyebrow.

  “You missed breakfast,” Isabela pointed out, and Mirabel nodded slowly in recognition, still trying to find her glasses.

  Isabela just reached out, taking the glasses from the nightstand as she slid them onto Mirabel’s face. Mirabel blinked a few times before smiling somewhat weakly.

  “Ah… Kind of explains the empty feeling in my stomach,” Mirabel chuckled wryly, and Isabela narrowed her eyes.

  “Most likely,” Isabela drily replied before offering Mirabel a concerned onceover.

  “So. Is there something wrong?” Isabela questioned again, not giving Mirabel any time to deflect.

  Mirabel seemed to be slowly worming herself down further into the covers. And truthfully, Isabela was extremely close to just heading to town and fetching some of their mother’s food to cram it down Mirabel’s throat regardless of what she would or would not admit to.

  While their mother almost always left food in the kitchen for them, she had been so overwhelmed with work that week that she had not really had time to make anything extra to leave behind at Casita.

  “Well… My throat’s killing me and I’m kind of freezing,” Mirabel admitted, her voice still sounding croakier than it should.

  Isabela furrowed her brow, placing her hands on her hips as she felt some aggravation flare up within her. Her youngest sister was suffering, and she did not even bother telling her immediately.

  “And you didn’t think to tell me that when I asked the first time?” Isabela asked, utterly unimpressed, and Mirabel shrugged a little with some sheepishness in her expression.

  “To be fair, I’m kind of sick and a little slow on the uptake,” Mirabel answered, and Isabela sighed deeply.

  She leaned forward, pulling the covers back. Mirabel gritted her teeth, immediately writhing uncomfortably, and Isabela softly cupped Mirabel’s face in her hands, feeling terrible for having to make her suffer like this but also knowing that the younger girl needed to stay on the cooler side to actually break the fever.

  Mirabel stilled a little of the motion almost instantly, frozen as she stared at Isabela. Isabela just looked down at her carefully, her heart aching as she looked at her.

  “I’m going to town to get some food for you,” Isabela told her, starting to straighten as her hand slipped away from Mirabel’s face.

   However, to her utmost shock, Mirabel’s hand abruptly shot out as she grasped Isabela’s wrist quickly.

  “Wait,” Mirabel quickly spoke up, and Isabela stopped, looking at her carefully. Mirabel just stared at her for a moment, and they maintained eye contact for a few moments. Mirabel hesitantly released her, laughing sheepishly as she withdrew her hand back as she made another attempt to hide under the covers for warmth.

  “Never mind,” Mirabel dismissed, and Isabela offered her a onceover.

  “What?” Isabela asked, reaching forward and snatching the covers away again as she kept Mirabel from getting warmer and worsening her fever. Mirabel immediately cringed, drawing in on herself a little more.

  “No, no, it’s no big deal. I’ll be fine here,” Mirabel assured her, and Isabela furrowed her brow, suddenly realizing precisely what was going on with Mirabel.

  While Isabela had no idea how to really handle anyone who was sick—and especially Mirabel— outside of just bringing them some of their mother’s food immediately, she suddenly realized that Mirabel obviously did not want her to go. Despite the fact that Isabela knew logically that she should just go straight to town and bring something to heal Mirabel instantly, she could not help but find herself hesitating.

  As much as it killed her and went against her better judgement to let Mirabel sit here and exist like this, if it made Mirabel happy for her to stay and if she wanted her to stay more than she wanted a quick fix, who was she to turn her down?

  And apparently her baby sister did not want to admit to this desire for her to stay, so Isabela was going to have to make the decision for her. It hurt Isabela to know that Mirabel did not have the confidence to just demand things from her as younger sisters were supposed to, but she was going to do her best to start trying to give reasons for Mirabel to have that boldness as Isabela should have a long time ago.

  Isabela quirked a brow.

  “Are you trying to make me stay?” Isabela gave her the opportunity to own up to it, just studying her carefully as she made a conscientious effort to ensure her expression was actually welcoming in the midst of the teasing veneer that she had casted over it.

  “No! No, not at all!” Mirabel argued, and she coughed painfully. Isabela furrowed her brow, concern in her face as she eyed her baby sister. Once Mirabel had finally managed to get ahold of her coughing fit, she sobered a little, precisely how terrible that she was feeling starting to shine through clearly.

  “Well… I mean… Unless you wanna stay or something. Like… It’d make a lot more sense to just go and get Mamá’s food, but… I dunno, I just—”

  “Mirabel, you should’ve just asked me,” Isabela interrupted, starting to move on the bed. She paused momentarily, attempting to ensure it was alright before proceeding too far on this track.

  Mirabel quickly made a move to get out of her way, and Isabela smiled softly as she scooted the rest of the way on the bed, lifting her dress to comfortably slide on the mattress with Mirabel. She moved herself so that her back was leaning against the wall, and Mirabel swiftly started trying to drag the blankets so that she could cover up and move a little nearer to Isabela. Isabela immediately raised a hand, stopping her.

  “However, if we’re going to do this, you’re going to have to get out from under those blankets. Just because we have a cure-all just down the road doesn’t mean that I’m about to let you keep a fever,” Isabela informed her firmly, stating her terms of service. Mirabel almost pouted, gauging the entire situation for a moment.

  However, endearingly, she seemed to decide that being close to Isabela and her not leaving was more valuable than being stubborn about the blankets and Isabela heading off to town immediately. She scooted out from under the blankets, instantly gritting her teeth and shivering all over, and Isabela opened her arms to bring her close and offer her at least a little warmth.

  Mirabel wasted no time in taking advantage of the opportunity, and she moved in close, sinking into the oldest sibling as she let Isabela just wrap her arms around her and engulf her as well as she could. Isabela smiled gently before frowning a little at the realization of how hot that Mirabel’s forehead felt. She made a mental note to sneak away and at least fetch a washcloth for Mirabel even if she could not quite manage to get away long enough to leave for some of their mother’s food.

  Isabela let out a gentle breath, her cheekbone grazing the side of Mirabel’s head as she moved in closer.

  “Here, just rest,” Isabela whispered to her gently, and Mirabel sunk down heavily into her, her glasses riding up her face somewhat. Isabela huffed just a tiny bit, reaching her hand up and gingerly plucking them from Mirabel’s face as she placed them on the bed a little ways away.

  Mirabel sighed tiredly, coughing a little, and Isabela smiled gently, unable to help feeling a soft warmth in her chest in response to the younger girl’s affection.

  Even if Mirabel was sick, Isabela could not deny that she did appreciate the excuse to hold her close.

  She just wished she could usually do these things unprompted without potentially making Mirabel uncomfortable.

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      Mirabel woke up at last, but she did not bother opening her eyes, feeling Isabela’s ministrations as she remained softly giving her attentions. Mirabel must have sunken down in Isabela’s embrace and somehow ended up lying there with her head in her lap. However, with how Isabela was stroking her face and cheeks, she could not find it in herself to mind too much.

  After all, it was affection that Mirabel had not experienced from Isabela often during her waking hours, so the last thing that she wanted to do was stop her older sister from fulfilling her need for touch that she so desperately thrived off of when it was from Isabela.

  The truth was that Mirabel was exceedingly touch-starved when it came to Isabela. Therefore, as a result, she was always more than excited when Isabela actually gave her that touch.

  However, just as she was finally about to give up the charade, Isabela surprised her with the sound of her voice speaking up in a very quiet song.

  “Why… are there so many… songs about rainbows?” Isabela suddenly started. Mirabel resisted the urge to furrow her brow from the shock as she took in the soft sound of her big sister’s voice. She almost opened her eyes as well, but she quickly exercised restraint, not wanting to stop Isabela. She simply did not utter a word as she remained dead silent, ensuring that she did not disrupt this almost magical moment.

  “And what’s on the other side?” Isabela sang gently, her voice softly lilting along in the most careful of songs.

  Mirabel remained nestled close to her, her mind utterly blown as she realized that her big sister must have thought that she was asleep.

  The truth was that Mirabel had never heard Isabela’s voice like this. It was so gentle and so painstakingly soft. It comforted her deeply, and she honestly thought that she could just lay here forever and listen to it.

  “Rainbows are visions… But only illusions… And rainbows have nothing to hide,” Isabela trailed off for a moment, her voice so utterly soothing that Mirabel felt as if she might actually fall asleep for real this time. However, her enrapturement with Isabela’s voice was far too strong for her to miss the heavenly sound.

  “So we’ve been told, and we choose to believe it… Some… I know they’re wrong wait and see,” Isabela’s song continued on despite the small blunder that she had in the midst of attempting to remember the words, and Mirabel could not help but think that even that small imperfection was sheer perfection in itself. Isabela somehow managed to pull it off and make it sound like it was actually a part of the song.

  Something about the entire experience felt surreal. Isabela’s soft song, regardless of what it was even about, was everything to her because it was something that she felt like was only for her to hear.

  She knew that Dolores could likely hear it as well, but some selfish part of her wanted to hoard the entire experience for herself. This was her big sister and her song, and the fact that Isabela was being so soft and gentle with her was honestly just something that she wanted to stow away forever.

  She knew that she had to share Isabela with Luisa, but sometimes, at least since they had overcome their differences, Mirabel truly treasured the moments that it could just be her and Isabela.

  It was not that she loved Isabela more than Luisa, but it was just that all those years, Luisa was someone easily accessible to her and someone that was actually on her side. Now that she had the opportunity to get to know her oldest sister and someone that she looked up to so, so much alongside Luisa, she wanted to catch up on everything she had missed.

  And lying here with her head in Isabela’s lap with her singing above her was a personal heaven in Mirabel’s genuine and honest opinion.

  She just hated that she had to be sick to experience it.

  “Someday we’ll find it… the rainbow connection. The lovers, the dreamers, and me,” Isabela trilled, her hand ever so carefully reaching and brushing through Mirabel’s hair. Her hands were painstakingly soft in their touch, and she ran her fingers through the thick mess of hair, her nails scratching ever so slightly.

  It took everything in Mirabel not to hum in pure happiness. However, the one thing that she could not help was the little shiver that went through her at the sensation.

  Isabela paused momentarily, and Mirabel remained frozen as well for a short minute.

  Mirabel very hesitantly opened her eyes, knowing that she had been caught. Isabela tried her best to hide the embarrassment in her gaze as she shifted her eyes to the side and picked up a washcloth nearby that Mirabel assumed she must have gotten while she was asleep, dabbing Mirabel’s forehead as if she had not just been singing like an angel.

  “Feeling any better?” Isabela questioned, her voice remarkably steady considering the fact that she would hardly meet Mirabel’s eyes for longer than a millisecond. She was quite obviously pretending that nothing had happened and that Mirabel had actually been asleep during her song.

  Mirabel swallowed, noting the presence of her sore throat as she slowly took account of the remainder of her symptoms. However, she did not really feel too cold anymore.

  “Throat still hurts… I think the fever’s broken, though,” Mirabel admitted, and Isabela nodded with a slight smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

  “Yeah, I noticed you broke a sweat,” Isabela replied easily, and Mirabel was quiet for a moment, letting Isabela focus almost entirely on her task at hand.

  However, Mirabel finally managed to catch Isabela’s gaze, and the older girl paused for just a moment, their eyes locking. Mirabel smiled gently.

  “You sing pretty,” she complimented, and Isabela was frozen for a second before she finally huffed somewhat dismissively. Isabela moved the cloth to the side, placing it on the bed where it had been laying a few moments ago as she shrugged.

  “You’ve heard me sing before,” Isabela pointed out astutely, and Mirabel let out a soft, somewhat forceful exhale that was almost a chuckle. However, it set off a few coughs, and Isabela was quick to touch her shoulder gently, her thumb stroking Mirabel’s skin just barely. Mirabel could not help her grin.

  “Maybe so, but I just… I don’t know. This time was just really pretty,” Mirabel complimented, somewhat losing focus as the fogginess of her head was slowly seeping back in more heavily.

  “Are you saying I don’t sing pretty usually?” Isabela deadpanned, and despite the fact that Mirabel knew she was just messing with her, she quickly tried to remedy her statement. Her sickness was affecting her thought process a little.

  “No! I was just saying that was really pretty. Not that all the other times weren’t. I just—”

  “Mariposa, it’s okay. I’m messing with you,” Isabela assured her with a soft chuckle, and Mirabel let out a sigh of relief.

  Isabela was terrible for messing with her while she was down, but alas, that was the way that she rolled. It was also simply the nature of their relationship. They loved to mess with each other. And it was okay as long as they did not step on any toes or strike any nerves amongst them.

  “Picking on me while I’m down, huh?” Mirabel could not help but gripe lightly, voicing her thoughts aloud.

  “Why not? It’s when it’s easiest,” Isabela breezily replied, and Mirabel rolled her eyes a little, looking up at Isabela from where her head was relaxed in her lap.

  “Thank you for staying,” Mirabel expressed finally, and Isabela just furrowed her brow, lightly patting Mirabel’s cheek as she gazed down at her with some reprimand.

  “Don’t thank me. I’m your big sister. It’s what I’m supposed to do,” Isabela assured her, a gentle smile on her face, and Mirabel grinned a little, enjoying the feeling of Isabela just giving her all the soft touches and affection that she had been craving from her for so long.

  She did not enjoy being sick, but if it meant getting this sort of attention from Isabela, she would gladly do her time. She just wished that it was not all going to come to an end when she got better.

  But nevertheless, she closed her eyes once again and just chose to forget about the future, basking in the heavenliness of the now.

  “You going to let me go to town and get you some of Mamá’s food now?” Isabela questioned, but the tone of her voice gave away the fact that she knew the precise answer to her inquiry already. Mirabel shook her head with a soft laugh.

  “Nope.”

[feralghxuls]

hehe, for the fanfic asks gimme: 4, 13, 22, 43, 55, 57, 74, 78 >:3c

hehe hiiii ghestie

4. How do you choose which fics to write?

god its so hard. its SO HARD TO PICK. so many things i want to write and never enough time waugh. but usually what happens is i get a few lines of something in my head and i go to just jot those down and uhh it usually turns into a fic from there. but sometimes if a fic idea is sparkly enough i'll sit down and start writing it anyway even without the inspiring words

13. Do you listen to music while you write?  If yes, what have you been listening to recently?

yes! if i dont have music playing i am far less productive with my writing but it has to be a specific vibe. lately i have been listening to niels nielson and MCC for writing, they have very nice quiet sounds (for the most part anyway, mister niels has a couple of songs that jumpscare me bc he just starts talking in the middle of them). but i also listen to autoheart while im writing, especially if i'm working on something with a lot of emotions to it

22. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process?  How do you come up with titles?

well. usually what happens is i finish a fic. i edit it. i get ready to post it and then i go SHIT I NEED A TITLE

occasionally though a title comes to me before im finished writing something, which is always a nice surprise. with my ghost fics i always use ghost lyrics as titles teehee

43. Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet?

hmmmm. hm that is a good question. well my favorite character dynamic is grumpy/grumpy or grumpy/dry humor and there arent many options for that with the ghoulies (although now that i think about it...dew and mountain would fit the grumpy/dry humor trope fairly well....hmmmm)

as for ideas, i think for the most part i have wips or notes of most of the ideas i want to write, but one of them that i am very excited to work on more but have been stuck with is my rain/swiss soulmate au

55. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics?  Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

i feel positive that there are wordings and phrases i use a lot, but even after skimming through some of my fics i can't find any good examples right now

but definitely some common themes, one thing i really enjoy doing is implementing dynamics that are unusual for the characters, its fun coming up with circumstances and situations that change things up and take them out of their comfort zones

57. How conscious are you about including symbolism or foreshadowing in your fics?

oh i LOVE symbolism and foreshadowing, but honestly a lot of my fics aren't planned out enough for much intentional foreshadowing but i like to think that for some of the longer series i'm working on it'll work out to have some nice foreshadowing

74. Do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love?

🥺yess

my cumulus and swiss fic is one im really proud of with very tasty sweet mean cumulus and subby swiss

and then also this one with dew and swiss ft finger sucking a little bit o boot stuff (sub swiss again...i prommy i have some dom swiss content in the works)

78. What motivates you during the writing process?

one thing about me is i love completing things. i will add something to a list just to immediately cross it off and im a completionist in video games too, so just the feeling of having finished a fic is pretty motivating

another thing thing is sending snippets to my friends, thats always a nice little boost of serotonin and motivation bc i get some feedback and its always nice to hear someone say they're excited to see where a work is going

i also usually have ideas of things i want to happen later on, and if i wanna get to that i have to write my way to it so i basically am just dangling a carrot for myself lol

thank you sending so many questions!! twas fun hehe

[meowzfordayz]

Happy Friday Meowz 💙💙💙💙 I hope you're doing well! Thank you again for all of the great Rengoku fics 🥺⭐

I was wondering if I could request a lil fluffy piece where he gently encourages me to go running with him when I'm feeling low after work. >Encouragement to even get moving, because I know it will help, but it's hard to get going some days and laying on the floor is very appealing :'D

Eek !! I'm excited !! I get to write my first requested-by-Shino fanfic !! 😍 I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it !! ❤️‍🔥 Wishing you a splendid Sunday. 💖

Author’s Note: running is very, very, very far from my favorite activity… 🙃 Sooo pls and ty pardon how that opinion snuck its way into this fanfic… 😌😆😂

runner’s high

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~1,200

CW: mild sexual content

~faqs~

Floors are unfairly divine you decide as you lie sprawled in the living room, your legs stretched out at angles that look uncomfortable—they’re actually very comfortable—as you prop your head on one of your wrists, your other hand toying mindlessly with the hem of your shirt. The undeniable pull of the floor is a common occurrence as of late, beckoning to you—a safe haven— after difficult, tiresome days of work. Just as some people have shower thoughts, you have floor thoughts: Should I quit my job? and Did I forget to eat lunch? and Would it be more useful to have a third eye, arm, or leg? Depending on your mood, your answer varies. Not to mention, hypotheticals usually lead to hypotheticals to hypotheticals. But ultimately, pondering is a superficial distraction from your aching muscles, the weariness in your eyes, the nagging suspicion that I should be doing something right now even as you dissolve further and further into the floor. Lying on the floor is your rebellion of choice, your middle finger to stressors, anxieties, and responsibilities — it’s how you reclaim, piece back together, the flakes of your excitement, joy, youth sloughed off throughout each day. Contrary to peeling layers, you’re desperate to keep yours, dismayed at how threadbare, vulnerable, exhausted you often feel.

“I am home!” a voice announces, startling you from your ~meditation, the front door slamming cheerfully.

Like a fingerprint, you can tell who’s entering by the sound of the door — by the heat or coolness that seeps into the house, making its way slowly to wherever you are.

“Kyo,” you mumble, eyes closed, listening for the familiar thud of his heavy messenger bag onto a barstool, the bounce of his footsteps moving through the kitchen, the dining room, stopping at the living room.

“The one and the only!” he grins fondly, quickly scanning the couch, expression twisting hesitantly.

He’s confused. Unsure of your location. After all, you weren’t experimenting in the kitchen, or on your laptop in the dining room, and you don’t seem to be in the living room either? But he could’ve sworn you sounded too loud, too nearby, to be in the bedroom.

“Down here,” you can’t hide the amusement in your tone, eyes still closed as you picture his adorable, puzzled eyebrows Probably sticking the tip of his tongue out too (helps him focus).

“[y/n]!” he exclaims, glancing downward, eyes widening sheepishly, “I missed you!”

You gesture vaguely, smiling faintly as you open one eye, “Hiya Kyo. I missed you more.”

“That looks uncomfortable,” he remarks thoughtfully, crouching beside you, one of his hands slipping lightly, quietly under your shirt to rub soft circles into your bare tummy, “Rough day?”

You nod, finally blinking both eyes up at him, caught off guard by how vibrant, honest, affectionate his stare is, “I feel like a puddle.”

“Love, I think you are a puddle,” Kyojuro chuckles, pinching your hip playfully.

Despite his easy going demeanor, you know you haven’t fooled him. He’s uncanny, fine tuned, in love like that. Knows when something’s off, can taste the mildest trace of bitterness hanging in the air, your unease, tension, fatigue sticking to the roof of his mouth like a mixed cocktail that’s lacking something. Perhaps most significantly, however, is that he knows to wait. To allow your frustration, your fray to communicate itself naturally, without undue pressure. And you’re just as patient and attentive when he feels out of sorts. As sun and rain nurture all living beings, you and Kyojuro ebb and flow — give and take as each of you needs.

“I’m sleepy,” you mutter, reaching for the sleeve of his casual button up, fingers clinging to its cotton smoothness, “How was work?”

“Work was alright,” Kyojuro pauses, and you swear you can hear the rapid firing of his synapses before he utters the dreaded words, “Go on a run with me?”

You hate strongly dislike when he asks you this, because he knows your answer is No, but you also know you’re going to end up panting beside him nonetheless. And ~a run is no small feat with Kyojuro. He maintains a fair pace—doesn’t hurry you—but you’re guaranteed to be glistening with sweat, heart straining out of your ribcage by the second mile (he runs ten on his own, but lets you dictate the length of the run when you’re with him after the third mile). 

“No,” you huff, scowling half heartedly at his worried gaze.

“Are you sure?”

Such a simple, unassuming question, but it gets you Every. Single. Time. Because it’s so Kyojuro. It’s so Kyojuro to know exactly what you need. To notice the stiffness of your jaw, the too tight grip of your fingers, how fogged and empty your touch feels, and to know precisely how far—how serious—to nudge you. He’d never coerce you: never force, guilt, or manipulate the intimacy of knowing you’re not quite okay, but he absolutely cares about you. He knows when you need him to lie on the floor next to you, reassuring arms wrapping strongly around your sullen form, snuggling you to his chest as you subconsciously time your breathing to match his, unraveling in his steadiness — in knowing that I am here, I’ve got you, and I am not leaving anytime soon. Really, he isn’t leaving ever. He’ll cuddle you until your stomach rumbles—the classic signal for dinnertime—his bicep replacing your wrist as your pillow, legs tangled cozily, almost dozing off himself as dusk’s tall shadows creep up the walls. Homemade or takeout? he’ll whisper, already prepared to cook your favorite dish, because he knows what you’re going to choose Want you to cook for us. Please, Kyo? If you don’t mind? Of course, he doesn’t — he’s happy to.

And, he knows when you need him to provide gentle motivation. When you’re stagnant, unwilling, and frazzled; jittery, hopeful, and fragile. When the slightest encouragement could sate the overworked ramblings in your head, so long as it’s coming from him: Are you sure?

“No,” you sigh resignedly, knees bending as you prepare to sit up.

“I’m proud of you,” Kyojuro murmurs truthfully, tone soothing, empathetic.

He holds out his elbow for you, cute, enamored glimmer in his eyes as you stand up together, his palm resting on the small of your back. You give his elbow a grateful squeeze, lips grazing sweetly against his cheek.

“Meet you by the front door in six?”

“How about in ten?” you giggle, “I’ve gotta pee.”

He laughs affirmatively, hands grasping your hips as you face him, tenderness constricting his throat.

“Kyo?” you poke his nose, “I’ve gotta pee.”

“And I have to kiss you,” he declares.

As he kisses you—fully, deeply, securely; his mouth as warm and welcoming as the first brush of sunlight on a winter morning—you’re struck with the realization that I didn’t know I needed this too.

But he knew.

He always knows.

He’s Kyojuro.

[louwhose]

All the Fic Writer Answers

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

It's only been a few months since I've gotten back into writing, so I don't think I'm removed from any of it to consider it embarrassing. However, from a previous excursion into fic writing three years ago and any of the many things I wrote when I was thirteen... 😅 is accurate.

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

It may sound a little cheesy, but things like hope in the darkest situations and love and friendship inspiring people to be better. It's more than that but it's those vibes and all I can say is that I love it.

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

"By the Goddess, Robbie!" Impa said. "You can’t just ask someone you just met to strip!" "Why not?" Purah retorted. "I wanna see it, too." Why did they all want to see him naked? Link was very uncomfortable with this. "Enough!" Zelda finally inserted herself back into the conversation. "No one will be stripping anyone. Understood?"

From Turn of the Century.

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

Maybe the end of chapter 5 of that fic I did for TwiYor week? Otherwise maybe if I ever actually get far enough along in any of my planned long fics...

✍ Do you have a beta reader?

I wish, but I've never gotten the confidence to try to get one.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Characters being very introspective, and usually an overall hopeful feel to it, maybe? It's really hard to analyze my own work on this one.

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Turn of the Century? Or at least it probably will be eventually?

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

It's getting better on the action and not being quite so dialogue heavy? Also, the emotions are written well?

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

LOVE LOVE LOVE! I cannot get over two idiots falling in love and coming to accept their feelings and admit them to each other and kiss. Or even if the order is messed up a little, it's always a delight!

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I've started doing it more. Lately, I've found that looking up specific music correlating to a scene gets me really into it and I enjoy it. Like listening to the Lost Woods music while writing about how chilling the place could really be was... intense.

🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

Basically just Google Docs. Mostly because I love the convenience of switching to my phone when I'm out and about. Even have a few things I wrote nearly entirely on my phone while on vacation.

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

I've talked about it a lot, but my BOTW2 speculation fic that was ruined by the Tears of the Kingdom trailer coming out.

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

My family, because I cannot shut up about it when I have an idea I like or want to bounce an idea off of someone and they're right there. In fact, I'm not shy about sharing it, so basically anyone I spend time with and have gotten moderately comfortable with is told.

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

Probably I Choose You.

🍷 Do you drink and write?

No. Nothing about alcohol appeals to me.

🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what's your most popular nsfw fic?

no

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

Anytime, really, but a little more in the mornings since I'm a morning person and that's when I have more energy to do things rather than consume them.

💖 What made you start writing?

I've always had story ideas, but when I consider it to be actual "writing" was when I was twelve, had finished eating my lunch and I guess I must've finished my book already because I wasn't reading, and I decided to actually start writing down, on pencil and paper, my story, and had actually finished the first chapter by the end of the day.

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

I love it!!!! I'm admittedly not the best at responding, but it just delights me to see people enjoying something I've written.

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

anything really very nsfw. it's just not for me

💲 Would you ever open commissions?

No, not for fics. I have way too many ideas of my own, and even if that weren't the case, I would ask for requests rather than anything.

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

Entirely too much or entirely too little. Depends on how much I care about a detail and how easily I can figure out the answer.

🏆 What's your most popular fic?

Blind Spots. I think it's mostly because of how large the SPY x FAMILY fandom is now.

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

None yet, but I think I'd like to do some for the holiday season this year...

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

I don't think there's really been that much guessing plot points because I haven't really done much multi-chapter stuff. Yet. But I'm trying to figure out a way to getting those actually worked on seriously.

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

I would LOVE

📈 How many fics do you have?

24

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

Fly by the seat of my pants because outlining typically makes me lose motivation on a fic.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

Witches! (hehehe)

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

Just write. It may not be masterfully done, but we all need to start somewhere. And no one else will have your idea, or at least do it exactly the way you do it, so don't be afraid to share your stories!

💞 Who's your comfort character?

I am honestly torn between Link and Zelda because I project onto both of them a LOT.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

Probably Purah. There are some other characters that are pretty great, but throwing her into the mix always makes things fun.

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Link had forgone the challenge, and sportsmanship, to kill an unconscious, half-dead foe in cold blood. Maybe he didn’t quite want to be the Hero. But he didn’t want to be that, either.

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

x I... may have self-projected a little too much and a few of them might know exactly what I am referring to and I don't want to admit that this was my poor way of coping with it.

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

I like it when at least someone likes it. Because that's what I need, is for someone to like it, because otherwise I'm content with a story in my head for myself, despite enjoying the process of getting things to actually work in an actual story. So I like it when someone likes it, especially if they give actual feedback, which is part of the reason I try to comment on fics I read pretty often.

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

Zelink. I love them, don't get me wrong, but... not every fic is trying to be about them, or at least not their romantic relationship.

📚 Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

Well, an author is what I've wanted to be since I was twelve, so... yes.

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

Honestly honestly honestly depends on a combination of length, motivation, and how much time I actually spend working on that particular one. Longest one so far is HERO x FAMILY taking a couple of months, though that was admittedly time concentrated more towards the first couple and last couple of weeks.

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

Action. I mean, describing people doing things as opposed to talking or freaking out internally? Especially if they're doing a lot of things like in a fight? It's a struggle, because it's not really what I think of it and I am slow getting it written.

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Tough choice because I love angst but A Lifetime Ago just is a heartbreaking premise and I think it takes the cake on this one.

💥 How do you feel about criticism?

Give it but please be nice about it?

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

I have been trying to use #lou writes

🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?

um yes please. These stories live in my head and I love to talk about them, and usually my siblings aren't that receptive, so if someone would like to talk to me about it and ask about it to know more, I would be delighted!